My intention to link what’s happening in my garden to everyday life brings me to record my trip to the hospital in Cork yesterday. Suffice
Our lives, like our gardens, are made up of the crisp clear images we portray to the world, together with our darker blurred backgrounds.
My bike-stand has served me well. When it’s not in use for washing my rothar, it doubles as a bird-feeder prop. Included also is the
The ugly wall was built badly by my great neighbour and his friend. Lots of Guinness and whiskey went into the building of it.
I have started into my sixty-third orbit of the sun, and to mark the occasion I include here excerpts from my Instagram write-about-my-garden every day
It’s about being alive. About noticing all the little things, because no one ever knows if it’s the last time they’ll see them. (Tamara Ireland Stone)